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Pre-marriage, pre-kids, pre-thinking-about-what-college-in-2022-is-going-to-cost, we used to go out to expensive restaurants to eat all the time. Pretty much any Saturday night was a good enough reason to hit Campagne, Lampreia, Cascadia, Rover’s etc. But it’s been awhile. These days only special occasions warrant dinners like those.
So the special occasion this past Saturday night? Very pregnant, and thinking that at any minute we’ll lose the ability to go out to dinner at all, at least for a while. So off we went, to Campagne. Looking forward to our last hurrah, we arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes early.
The hostess welcomed us with a smile until she realized we were early, then informed us in a very strict and slightly disappointed tone that we were, in fact, 15 minutes early, and therefore, as previously agreed, our table would be ready in 15 minutes. She recommended we wait in the bar. Feeling that the bar would perhaps not be the perfect place for us to park our distended pregnant belly, we chose rather to sit outside and enjoy the phenomenal weather we’ve been having.
15 minutes later, the hostess came outside to inform us that our table was ready. She waved her arm in the direction of a table in the middle of the room, and our husband, who is mostly deaf in one ear thanks to years playing the drums, asked if perhaps there was a table against a wall or a window that we could have instead. “No”. Delightful memories of that hostess we will hold onto in the months to come.
Our friends were late, so we dug into the gougeres without them. Little did we know they’d be the highlight of the evening. Without going into any more painful detail, suffice it to say that the meal was ok. If we had paid $80 for it, we might say it was pretty good. But at $150 plus tip, the meal was definitely just ok.
A side-effect of being hugely pregnant is that we must check out the restroom at every restaurant we enter. In years past we must have been having too good a time to leave the party and check it out at Campagne, but nature calls more urgently these days. Wow. All we want to ask at this point is how they can charge $150 for dinner for two and make us use a bathroom with holes in the metal stall door, paint peeling inside the stall, toilet seat-color wearing away, and not a tissue in sight?
Save your money for college.
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I love Campagne and literally have never had a bad meal there. I consider myself a foodie as well as an exceptional cook, so I don't think my tastes are out of whack. I don't get it.
I've never had a bad experience at Campagne. Both the meals and the service I've received there have been beyond outstanding every single time. Perhaps it was just a fluke.
This just in: Campagne hates pregnant women!